Retirement, what a lovely word, it gives ones sorry life a glimmer of hope. I am now on the downward spiral towards my retirement, 24 November 2023, the day after my 65th birthday, and while I do not want to wish my life away I am very much looking forward to that day.
But wait, what is that I read, Australia has an aging population, the governments welfare bill is spiralling, I have to work until I am 67, another two years, crap. What a dottering, grumpy old man I will be by then, 24 November 2025. I simply cannot imagine working beyond 65, but that is my reality. As for Brian, ha, he has to work until he is 70.
While I can see the government’s point of view, on the flip side won’t all of us oldies be taking work away from the next generation. Australia’s aging population may be on the rise but does that not mean that we have more younger people as well, which in turn then means more taxes for the government. Maybe we don’t have to work the older generation into their graves.
I have wonderful plans for my retirement, I will potter around with my racing pigeons which will take up most of my time, maybe a little volunteer work. Brian has told me that if I am not working and he is, did I say he has to work until he is 70, ha, that the housework, and the cooking, and the grocery shopping will be my responsibility, I can live with that. Oh and by the way I will not be tussling with the young ones at the supermarket during late night or weekend trading, I want to shop in peace, during the day, nothing worse than shuffling behind someone elderly.
I will have nine years to do my own thing at my own pace, Brian had better make his own plans for his retirement, don’t think you are cramping my style buddy, do your own thing. Oh and by the way, when you retire we can share the housework and the cooking, after all I will almost be a fossil by then, and you will be looking after me. Double ha!
Then again there is always the possibility of winning lotto, one can only hope. In that case I would retire in a heartbeat, Brian can do what he likes. Then of course the other possibility is that Brian lands a dream job and can afford to keep me in the style to which I would like to become accustomed. Dream on.